A Conversion of Crows – B. Morris Allen

It moved forward in a crawl, jagged angles flowing over soil and stone alike, dawn shaping shadow and sun into beaks and talons that moved relentless toward her boot and over it. With a touch of her finger, the fern curled in on itself, withdrawing crags and fangs into a soft ribbon of green and grey whose silhouette curled round her foot like a friendly snake. “Sawtooth, my ass,” she murmured. “You could cut something…

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It came from B. Morris Allen

B. Morris Allen’s story “Chambers of the Heart” was published in Metaphorosis on Friday, 24 February 2017. I have a very minor heart condition. Confirming its nature required a day wearing a heart monitor, which naturally had me thinking about the heart and its chambers. I wondered what life in those chambers might be like if they were neither biological nor purely metaphorical, but actual physical places. The opening line came quickly after that, and…

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It came from B. Morris Allen

B. Morris Allen’s story “Dragons I Have Slain” was published in Metaphorosis on Friday, 2 September 2016. I’m a big fan of Deep Purple, and of many of its component members, including the late Jon Lord (keyboards). I was listening to his album Pictured Within early one morning after dropping my wife off at the airport. The title song is beautiful, but it includes the line “There are dragons I have slain”. It works in…

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Chambers of the Heart – B. Morris Allen

Despair and Ecstasy are the simplest. Ecstasy is the small and cozy room of a cottage that looks out on a broad meadow in the forest. In the spring, elk come to posture and to mate, and the wildflowers bloom on every side. In the fall, mist dances in silver swirls framed by gold and bronze and copper trees. It is always spring or fall. Despair is a vast, dark hall of low ceilings and…

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